A/N: Finals for school is making me go brain dead! I just answered around 200 random questions for History and the same amount for Math. I did well in History, but Math I know I'm going to fail because I did not have enough time to finish. But if this chapter sucks it is because my brain is shutting down and will not work. But I'm bored and I want to type, so here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Let me think…no!

Chapter 8 A Truce

It is strange what adrenaline can do to your body. You could be the weakest person on the earth and still act like superman with that stuff pumping through your body. Right now Robin was running off of only that. His side was cut and he still did not feel pain at all. His whole body was drained, but he still managed to race through the hallways of the mansion as if he was trying to outrun bullets behind him. The more distance he put between him and John the better!

Robin finally cleared his head and he thought properly. John would think that Robin would want to get far away from him, so the best thing to do was the opposite. He realized that he would have to stay in the house even though it was such a morbid thought at the second.

"Oh no," Robin muttered under his breath as he saw a robot running towards him in the hallway. "I can't keep this up," he said to himself while taking his Staff out in one swift move. He kept running at full speed toward the robot while gritting his teeth together as trickles of pain sprouted in his side.

With a loud battle cry, Robin planted his Bo Staff down into the floor and used it to propel himself over the robot. He sailed over the robot's head with ease, but when he landed the robot turned around sharply. As quick as a wink, the robot grabbed the back of Robin's head and flung him into the wall with no mercy. It then grabbed Robin's ankle in a vice grip before the boy could recover and smashed him into the other as if he was only a doll.

Robin choked up some blood and stained the soft carpet floor. He groaned while the pain surged through his body. He forced his beat up body to move and he managed to pull his foot away from the robot when the thing tried to grab him. He saw his Bo Staff next to him and grabbed it and swung with all his might at the robot's head. The thing hit the wall with its head and a chunk of its armor there fell off.

Boy Wonder acted without thinking much of it. He rolled under the standing robot like he always did when he was a little kid. He stood up and grabbed the robot's head. He yelled while smashing its head against the wall some more. More armor came off and the teen shoved his hand into the robot's head full of wires. He then pulled out as much junk as he could. The robot right away shut down and slummed to the floor.

Robin winced while throwing the wires away and kicking the robot away from him. He put the Staff back in his back pocket and started to search for another elevator. He quickly found one and stumbled into it while holding one hand to his head that was spinning. He saw that his shirt was starting to turn into a deep red color on his side. He never really thought of the cut he had gotten from John. He almost fell over when the pain finally hit him.

The teen hit a random button in the elevator without even looking at it. He leaned up against the wall while trying to think of a way to heal his body. One of his ribs had to be broken from the last attack from the robot. He was badly hurt from the cut on his side. He was losing too much blood.

The doors opened and Robin wandered out then took a look around. His jaw dropped. It was a giant computer room! He was almost overwhelmed with joy from the sight. Different screens showed some rooms that looked like the guestrooms Robin had been in. Others were blank or showing different things that John had been looking over. Most were showing information about the Teen Titans. But one black screen was bigger than the rest and seemed to be the main computer.

All of the sudden the main screen flickered on and Robin could hear a voice say, "Yes! Third time is always the charm!" Robin slowly walked up to the screen with a curious look on his face. For a second he was not thinking of his wounds. The voice sounded like an excited kid's. "Okay," the voice said suddenly. "Now to get my picture up. Stupid bathroom! Why do they make them so small?"

"Hello?" Robin said while staring up at the screen. He walked up to the keyboard under the screen and wondered if he should type anything.

In a flash of bright light the screen popped into life and Robin found himself staring up at a kid with wild short brown hair and big green eyes. He looked to be around eight or nine. The confused look he gave Robin told the teen that he was just as surprised as he was.

"Um…you're not John," the boy said.

"Let's hope so," Robin said while narrowing his eyes at the kid. He wondered why and how the kid was messing around with John's computer and making it start on its own. Robin then calmed down and told himself to remember when he was that young. "So what's your name, kid?"

"Prosper," the kid said right away. "You must be Robin. HA! I told John you would make it for a long time! He did not believe that you would be as good as Batman. I told him that you would be as good!"

Robin smiled and shook his head in amusement. When was the last time he had smiled? It seemed like a lifetime ago. "You must know John a lot then," he said while folding his arms in front of him.

Prosper nodded over dramatically like all kids tend to do. It seemed as if he had too much sugar and was hyper. The real thing was that he was very nervous because he was in a bathroom in Titans Tower. He had quickly gotten his hands on his laptop when Cyborg was not looking and had been planning to tell John to move his butt out of there before they came to kill him or send him to jail. Finding Robin there was sure a surprise. He was just thankful that his favorite Titan was still alive…for the time being.

"He is not really that bad," Prosper said quickly. Robin raised an eyebrow. A kid saying that the person trying to kill him was not evil was something Robin was not expecting. "Something just happened to him so that he has it in his mind that he has to be in power at all times. Killing people and hunting them down makes him have all the power. He does not want to kill you!"

"That would explain the strange hesitation back in the kitchen," Robin thought out loud.

"What happened?" Prosper asked with a wince.

"He could have killed me just a few minutes ago," Robin said. "But he did not. He paused for a few seconds and I got away because of that."

Prosper smiled and said, "He always had a soft spot for kids and teens. I should know. I lived with him for a whole week! My boat crashed on the island when I was running away from my mom a few months ago. He took me in and told me about himself. You should see him when he is not hunting you. He is really a cool person. Do you believe me?"

"Why would I not?" Robin said with a knowing smile on his face. When he was young he hated it when no one believed him when he said things. He had promised himself at that time that he would always remember when he was young.

This put a smile to Prosper's face. "Well, you're friends have a hard time trusting me."

"Wait!" Robin said while coming to full alert. "The other Titans? You're with Starfire, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven?" Just saying their names made him long to see their faces again. He missed them more than anything right now.

"Yes," Prosper said. "We are heading out to John's island in one hour." His expression then changed as he thought about it. "How long do you think you can last? John is my friend and I know he will be okay, but what about you?" He had a genuine look of worry on his face that made him look so cute.

"I…" Robin started to say that he was okay, but that would have been stupid. "I'm managing, but I need help. But I have an idea forming in my head. I would need your help for it to work. Could you help me?"

"Sure!" Prosper said with his eyes lighting up with joy. "I would love to. John can be hurt but he can't really die, so I'm helping both live. But can you hurry it up! Raven will not stop hovering over me to make sure I don't hack into the Tower again." He gave a slight chuckle and said, "I'm only to be in the bathroom for five minutes. I'm kind of pushing it."

Robin wanted so much to talk to one of his friends right now, but he had seen the boy's skill. Plus, the kid was right now considered some sort of enemy to his friends now. Right now he only needed the kid. He could wait to see his friends later.

"Is that so?" he said. He let a sly smile cross his face as he rubbed his chin in thought. "Then let's get to it." He cracked his knuckles and looked over the keyboard in front of him. He tried hard to hide the pain in his body. Prosper did not seem to notice any of Robin's wounds anyway, or maybe he was just ignoring them.

"I want to do something to turn the tables in this game," Robin explained. "I need to make a big move. I want to shut down a few things in his house. Put some kind of bug into his systems. Can you do that?"

"I know how to get to the central core of the robot room," Prosper said. "I can make the ones that are storing up energy to shut down so they will not work. But I have to be in the room that you are now in to do that. You have complete control of the house at where you're standing."

"Show me how to do it," Robin said. "Step by step. I'll tell you what I see and you can help me through."

"Oh," Prosper said with hesitation. "I only did that once to play a joke on John. If you shut them all down you do know that they will not work for hours and he will have to reprogram them."

"Even better," Robin said. "You have to hit them where it hurts. I have to show him what I can do. I'm not to be underestimated. Maybe that will put some fear into him. If we do this John and I could be equal."

Prosper still looked worried. His love for hacking finally over powered his mind and he said, "I'll do it." He then led Robin through everything. Robin was good with computers himself. They both talked back and forth and finally Robin stepped back with a sigh.

"We did it," he said with a grin on his face. "Thanks, kid. You have a lot of talent."

"Really think so?" Prosper asked. He looked over to the door of the room and frowned. "Yikes! Raven is calling me again! I have to go." He was about to go, but then stopped and said, "You're friends miss you, but Batman misses you the most. He is worried sick. See ya! I'M COMING RAVEN! YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL!" Robin almost laughed as the screen went blank. His friends must have their hands full with Prosper around. And Batman had joined them! He felt safe in his heart to know his father was out there looking for him.

The safeness vanished, though, when the elevator opened up. Robin spun around with dread and saw John standing there with a frown on his face. The teen took out his Bo Staff with a wince. His body ached so much, and his side was killing him. He must have had a broken rib. But he was still going to fight for his life.

"Nice trick back there," John said. "And I see that you have found my computer room. What have you been doing in here?"

"I only shut down all your robots," Robin said with a smile. "Is that a problem?"

John's eyes widened. "Let's just finish this," he finally said.

"Here we go again," Robin muttered while taking up a fighting stance. John came at him with so much speed that Robin hardly had time to dodge the punch aimed for his face. He did a few flips backwards to get out of the way, but John kept coming at him. Finally John kicked the Staff out of Robin's hands and they were equal.

Robin felt like his energy was slipping away from his body. He tried to go for a punch, but his hand was caught then twisted behind his back. In only seconds his body was pinned up against the wall. He struggled with all of what was left of his strength to get free. He glanced back at John and saw the man take out a needle with some kind of green liquid in it.

"Calm down," John said soothingly to Robin. He then stuck the needle into Robin's shoulder. The teen gave a short cry of pain and felt the liquid enter his body. His vision quickly darkened, and Robin felt his body go numb.

"No. Don't," he managed to say right before he totally blacked out. John gave a grunt as he held Robin's body up. The boy was really quite light for his age, and John had no problem carrying him gently to another room that was more like a lab than anything else. He laid Robin on a sick bed and shook his head in astonishment. The boy was strong.

Robin's weapons back in the kitchen had knocked out John. Whenever John was knocked out it meant he would have died if he were mortal. He had called a truce with the boy because of that. John would have been dead now, so Robin deserved a second chance.

"Wow," John muttered while taking off Robin's shirt to see the big cut on his side. "I can't believe you made it so far with that. And you have a broken rib." He whistled and shook his head again. "Time to fix you up, kid."

John had been living for so many years that he knew so much. His brain had only gotten better when he turned immortal. He had not aged a bit from that day. He was almost thankful for the gift, but it did come with a price. He had now two personalities. One was evil and wanted complete power and control. The other was his original self which was kind a loyal.

By now John knew how to heal the kid. He had read almost everything possible about medical things. He had even created some nice potions that worked most of the time. Right now the calming potion was working well with Robin's body. John took out a bottle full of purple liquid in it. He had drawn some of his own blood and mixed it up with some other things to make this healing potion.

John made Robin drink some, and then he pored some on the cut on his side. In only a few seconds the cut vanished and the boy was in good shape. It would take a few hours for the calming potion to wear off. John stood by the sick bed staring at Robin with his face a mystery. He wanted so bad to return the kid back to the Titans and make everything go back to normal. He did not want to hurt Robin again.

"But the hunt has to go on," John whispered to himself. It was his evil side that said that. He could switch to different sides at any time. Most of the time his original personality was present, but at times like these his other side would come up and take over.

"No," John said while shaking his head. "He is just a kid! I can't kill him."

"Killing him means you are the better warrior," John said. Any on looker would only think that the guy had been talking to himself, but he was really struggling inside. John then picked up Robin and gave him to a robot and said, "Take him to somewhere in the jungle." The robot then left to do what it was ordered to do.

He was somewhere in the dark, and he could not even see a hand in front of his face. It was like a big, black blanket had wrapped around his whole body and would not seem to ever come off. It was also cold to the bone, and it sent a shiver down Robin's spine. It was deathly quiet, and it was starting to get spooky enough for Robin to be nervous.

"Look at yourself, Robin," a haunting voice broke the stillness that seemed to come from everywhere around the boy. Robin quickly turned around in the darkness with a short gasp. It was Slade.

"Where are you?" Robin shouted out, and he could hear his eco around him as if mocking the teen. He winced while hearing his voice come back to him. It sounded so small and pathetic. He did not admit it that he felt the same way his voice sounded.

"How can you save a city when you can't even save yourself," Slade's cold voice pierced through the darkness again, and it made Robin shiver.

"I can save myself!" Robin shouted while looking around him. It was pointless, though. He could see nothing, and if Slade attacked him now he would have no way to know where it came from.

"You can't even get off an island on your own," Slade mocked him. There was an evil laugh from somewhere, and Robin took a step back for fear that Slade was real close to him. He did not like this one bit. At least when he was with John he had the feeling as if the man had some heart in him somewhere. Slade was just plain evil and had no mercy.

"No," Robin whispered because he knew his voice was not controllable at the moment. "You're not real. You're just in my head." He shook his head while closing his eyes to get the laugh Slade gave him out of his mind. It sounded so real in his ears. Everything felt so real.

BAM!

With a gasp Robin woke up and the cold feeling turned into the moist and hot tropical air Robin had been getting used to. At first Robin had no idea where he was. He felt his side and found out that the cut and broken rib was gone. But, no! Everything could not have been just a dream! He felt the back of his head and winced as he found the bump from the first robot attack. Yep. It had been real.

"Nightmare?" John asked him from where he was sitting on a branch above Robin's body. The boy jumped and looked up to see the man smiling down at him. His gun was at his side and not pointing at the teen. That must mean that he wanted to talk before he got to business.

"Why would you care?" Robin asked John while scrambling to his feet. He stumbled because his body was still numb at some places. The boy just ended up on his butt with his face clearly showing the frustration.

John rolled his eyes and said, "My potion is a calming one. If you had a nightmare it would mean the potion had worn off on your body. It looked like a really bad one, though."

"How would you know?" Robin asked him. He tried again to get to his feet, but failed once again. He gave an angry cry of defeat while sitting on his butt in the leaves.

"Well, let's see here," John said while pretending to not know. "You were shivering even though it is around 90 degrees right now. And you kept shaking your head while muttering things. I'm guessing it was a nightmare. Unless that is how you always sleep."

Boy, did he have no idea. This was just a mild dream compared to the others he got. Nightmares were part of every sleep he had. Most of them were about Slade, but sometimes he got ones of his parents dying or his friends getting hurt. That one had been normal. Ever since Robin had that dust made his body and mind haywire he had never quite gotten over it. Slade would always haunt him.

"So what?" Robin muttered. He rubbed his forehead as a headache started to form. "But what I want to know is why you did not kill me back there." He looked up at John and pinned him with a questioning look.

"You would have killed me back in that kitchen," John said with a shrug as if it was no big deal. "I called a truce. Try getting up now. It should wear off any time now."

"You could have told me back in that computer room," Robin said while trying to get up. He almost fell back down but kept his balance. "That would have been nice."

"Like you were going to believe me!" John said with a small laugh. "You were in serious survival mode. Me calling a truce would have just gone through one ear and out the other."

Robin shrugged and nodded in agreement. "But what about my rib and side?" he asked.

"I'll just let you make that answer up in your head," John said with a wicked smile coming to his lips. "You look like you're ready to go on. The second destination is that way." He pointed to the location. "But I do not think you will make it that far."

Robin took off in the opposite direction John had pointed. John was caught off guard and had to quickly aim in a different direction than what he thought he had to. He grumbled a curse under his breath as he lost Robin already. The boy was faster now that he had some rest.

Robin quickly stopped, as he knew John had lost him. He pulled out his map and compass while taking note that all his weapons were gone. He only had a pocketknife, flashlight, compass, and map. He was not going to the second destination. His friends would be flying overhead soon. The best place to be was on the beach. He would get off this island.

A/N: Being sick on the last day of school kind of sucks. I had a headache, stuffy nose, and was so weak that I could barely hold up a fork for lunch. So I just sat around the house all day playing with my new kitten Ebony. He is so cute! Right now he is sleeping on my lap while I'm typing. He should be wide-awake soon because it is almost midnight. Yeah, can you tell that I'm an insomniac? Oh well. But please give a review! Thanks!